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Autumn of Terror

Epilogue

Pairing: CainXShido

Disclaimer: I don't own NightWalker or its characters. I also don't own the situation presented in this work of fiction. No disrespect to those who were involved in the incidents detailed within.

Warning: Yaoi (male/male love), vampiric acts, and brutal violent deaths

 

 

And that's how it happened. When I awoke, I was still held in Cain's arms. But I was no longer in the Church. And I don't think I was in England. I could feel the sway of water. I think Cain was really taking me home. And I had forgotten. I'd forgotten everything. I think that's not the first time Cain erased my memory, and I don't think it'll be the last.

 

But even now, after all this time, nearly three hundred years of it, I'm still want to make a difference. I still wish to save those around me. I'm still a detective. I hunt the NightBreeds, so they can't do what they did all those centuries ago. As for Jack, I'm seen all the documentaries they've had and I laugh. Because they don't know the truth. The real truth behind it all. I think there are only three people alive who know the real truth behind that needless slaughter. Cain, myself, and now you.

 

Cain? No. As you can tell, I'm not with him anymore. I left him a long time ago. We had some… differences. And I needed my space. Do I regret that I did? Yes. I regret it. I regret that I ever met him that night in the pub. But at the same time, I'm grateful I did. After all this time, he loves me. He still loves me the same way he did back then, oh so many years ago. He even comes to see me from time to time, to threaten me. To taunt me with promises. To snare me with his greater powers. To give me the advice I still don't need. To ask me for my return to him.

 

Will I? Now that's the true question. The real mystery of this story. I still love Cain. I love him madly. Deeply. I always have. I think I might just love him more deeply than he loves me, if that is indeed possible. And I'd like to go back to him. I'd like to spend the eternity he gifted me in his arms, in his bed. But I have yet to have my fill of living with humanity.

 

One day though, he'll come to me and reach out to me. And I won't fight him. I won't push him away again. I'll go with him happily, willingly. And we'll finally be able to put everything that's happened behind us. We'll be together like we were always supposed too, and my autumn of terror will finally be over.

 

 

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